|Text:||O Lord Most High, with All My Heart|
1 O Lord Most High, with all my heart
your wondrous works I will proclaim;
I will be glad and give you thanks
and sing the praises of your name.
2 The Lord, the everlasting King,
is seated on his judgment throne;
the righteous Judge of all the world
will make His perfect justice known.
3 Jehovah will a refuge prove,
a refuge strong for all oppressed,
a safe retreat, where weary souls
in troubled times may surely rest.
4 All they, O Lord, that know your name
their confidence in you will place,
for you have ne’er forsaken them
who earnestly have sought your face.
5 Sing praises to the Lord Most High,
to him who does in Zion dwell;
declare his mighty deeds abroad,
his deeds among the nations tell.
|First Line:||O Lord Most High, with all my heart|
|Title:||O Lord Most High, with All My Heart|
|Topic:||God: His Justice; God: Praise of; God: Works of|
|Source:||The Psalter, 1912; alt. 1990, mod.|
|Arranger:||Edward Miller (1790)|